You were a crazy criminal, a k!ller to be exact, but you were always discret and the cops never find you and some people are already in court or in jail at your place because the cops couldn't even find your DNA on anything, not the bodies or anything.

But finally after months or even years of trying to found you. Someone called the police station and said that they heard a scream in their neightbour's house and they knew it was you and you did a crime, so the cops asked the address and quickly got there, one cops was James Phelps, a well known man.

As they arrive at your house, they quickly found you and you were fighting some cops, you even made one cop injures and after minutes of trying to catch your because you ran around. James Phelps found you and he grabbed your arms, pinning you against the wall of your house and shake you while yelling at you to calm you down but you didn't so he handcuffed you, hands behind you.

When you weren't calming down because you were very crazy, James out you in the patrol car, put the seatbelt on even if you kicked your feets like a little kid doing a tantrum and he closed the door, wanting to let you calm down so you could answer questions.

The other cops found the body of a young man in your house and they called a ambulance who quickly tried to take care of it but it was critic, it was almost the night and after thirty minutes, it was night and James approached his patrol car again and opened the door where you were buckled up and handcuffed and he saw that you were calmed down, your clothes were torn a bit.

"Are you calm now? You can answer questions?"

James asked you with his British accent, holding the car door as he look at you, he didn't mind that you weren't looking at him, he just needed answer because you're under arrest and you just nodded.

"So you're gonna answer the questions? Not screaming like a kid?"

James asked again, wanting to make absolutely sure that you weren't gonna yell like earlier and try to wrestle with the handcuffs.